My mom (and possibly my Aunt B) will remember my 6th grade science project wherein I decided that I wanted to test different kinds of toilet paper to see if there was a certain brand that broke down better than others. I don't know where it came from, but it turned out to be quite the project. It even involved my very devoted mother picking me up from school and taking me to the waste treatment center to find out all the information I could on the breaking down of toilet paper. It smelled great. Later, when I was getting ready to build my board and I needed a title, I was stumped. My mom spent a great deal of time on the phone with her family trying to come up with something (I told you she was devoted). I'm not sure if it was my Aunt Kathy or my Aunt B that finally came up with the title "The Issue is Tissue" but I do remember that it was an exclamation in response to the idea of "To Wipe or not to Wipe" which, as the ultimate title clearly stated, was NOT the issue.
It seems as though I have passed my (very temporary) fixation with tissue to my small child who thinks it's about the best thing that has ever happened to the world as she knows it. I can't leave this child anywhere near anything that resembles tissue or quick as you can say 'bob's your uncle' it's all over my house. Case in point: I foolishly left the child alone in the bathroom for a few minutes only to find upon my return...
She was so pleased, it's hard to be upset.
And it isn't just the rolls that she likes. The boxes are just as much of a good time
And it isn't just the rolls that she likes. The boxes are just as much of a good time
How long does the 'toilet paper stage' last?
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